He trailed his fingertips along my exposed thigh, tracing a lazy pattern. “You sure you want this?” he whispered. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was about to burst through my ribcage. I could feel his erection pressing into the apex of my thighs. I did want this, didn’t I? Wasn’t this why I was here? God, I was confused. “You hesitated,” he breathed against my neck before pulling back to meet my eyes. “I know.” He straightened my dress around me, ensuring I was still covered. “Listen, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He continued to tease me, tracing a finger farther up my thigh, inching deliciously closer to the edge of my panties. I whimpered. “I want you. You have no idea how fucking badly. But you’ll set the pace, okay?” I nodded. “Okay.” I instantly felt better, relieved and sure of what I wanted and didn’t want.
